I was in the middle, but the middle of what? In the middle of a thought, or at least I thought. So many memories, ideas, and thoughts fill the brain. A thinking process is a confusing thing.
I hate sitting in the middle in the backseat of a car. I sit there and then around big turns I get squeezed between the two people. They get in my personal space, and its not okay.
in the middle of my sentence I go cut off by the bell ringing. We will finish up next time said the teacher, being half way done with my speech made me mad, this meant I had to start over at next time we had class.
Growing up, I wished I was the middle child. In reality, I’m the oldest and only have one sibling. Some kids think the middle child is the forgotten child. I wanted to be out of the limelight. I wanted out of responsibility. I wanted my parents to not have the excuse, “Well, we didn’t know. We don’t know what’s normal. We’ve never done this before.”
In the middle of nowhere is where the best things happen. its quiet and calm but actually so much is happening around you. sit there and make no sound, no movement just lisetn.
I was the middle child for a long time. When my mom got remarried the guy had a really young son so I was the middle child. Everything was blamed on me. Especially the things the youngest did.
Always stuck in the middle. Never leaning one direction or the other. Completely indecisive. She went with the flow and whatever anyone else wanted. One day, that changed.
the middle child. everyone always complains if they are the middle child. they try saying that its always the oldest and the youngest that get the best.
In the middle of all conversations, y is der lil silence? Maybe some words are best left unspoken. And relationships which understand these – dont let them go!!
Prees
The cat was walking through the forest when it was stuck in the middle of two trees. The cat called for help, and a bear came to get the cat free. it ate it after
John
The middle of the room of a party. You’re the main event. You’re the performer. You’re the star. Shine bright, baby… ;)
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
(Sorry, that laugh was inspired by me listening to Rocky Horror Picture Show soundtrack XD)
Imani
in the middle of nowhere, i was left with my thoughts and nothing else to take strength in. it was the middle of my life and I was just starting to realize that I’ve got completely lost on my way. Apparently, I was heading to nowhere. Or the middle of it.
Olya
Today’s 60 second word news is about “middle”. I am not the middle child, so I will never understand what a “middle child syndrome is?” I guess that is just too bad.
KHK
I’m in the middle of the blankets. I am nothing but middle. Down above, down below. There’s nothing but warmth in this world.
It’s cold out there. It’s dark, the icy rain comes like blades through my feeble sweater. My heart falls upwards in a skybound freefall, torn free from my chest by fishing line. My empty body is wrenched upwards, and in its wake I am nothing but the rain. I pool into mirrored streetlights.
I put my middle finger in her asshole and she started screaming, and screaming. Sadly, her butthole clenched so hard from the sensation that my middle finger broke and got lost in her insides.
This was an eventful day.
Lol
never interrupt anyone in the middle of the sentence.
swati
He was standing in the middle of the room or was he. The middle of the room was as defined by me. If one consider the room to be smaller. He could be at the edge of the room.
The middle child, middle ages, middle age, middle income. Halfway between the first and last the middle is always changing it has the ability to become better or worse. The middle of anything is always going places. It’s good to be the middle :)
“Pick a card. Any card.” I hated that phrase. It was the first resort of amateurs and lazy magicians. He waved the fanned hand under my nose, infuriatingly. This man called himself a practitioner of the arts? I slipped a card from the middle of the fan and looked at it. Ace of spades. Funny.
“Have you memorised your card? Great! Now just slip it back in, anywhere will do… huh?” I vanished the card from my hand. He looked confused for a moment, then glanced back down. It was already back in the fan. Amateur.
I’m in the middle of everything. Middle of life. Middle of school. Middle of the week. Middle of the night. Every story has a beginning, middle, and end. I’m in the middle. Everyone is in the middle. Up until the last breath that you breath, you are in the middle.
Kimberly
Close your eyes and take a deep breath. Somewhere in the middle of all that sunbleached darkness you will see the core of your dreams.
Middle of the road. meet in the middle. middle child.
Kari Williams
I’m caught in the middle. I am caught between my feelings and what I know. I am the one who told him we were not being realistic but here I sit thinking of him every night and wishing I was in his arms
jessica
The middle is often seen as ‘less than’ like being in the middle of the pack. But honestly it is the best place to be – the middle of a hug, or a cuddle is the very best indeed.
In the middle. Why was he always in the middle? It seemed that it was either Hades or Zeus that got all the attention. All Poseidon wanted was to be able to recognized as a powerful god, one on par with his brothers.
oh no.the time just keeps going. and i am nowhere in hte middle. middle of life. i think its over.
anu
“Stuck in the middle with you” came on the radio while we drove down the highway from Nowhere to Somewhere.
We were stuck in the middle of the country, in the middle of the desert, in the middle of another kind of Nowhere. But I didn’t want to be anywhere else.
Julie
Sometimes in the middle of the night I wake up. I’m not completely sure why, but I just wake up. It’s a weird disorienting feeling that falls over you when this happens. You have that one second where you are trying to remember where and who you are. It’s dark and sometimes it’s silent.
Middle school was very difficult. Everything seems awkward and odd. There is no telling what sorrt of embarrassing things will happen each day. Everyone wants to be cool but very few are, what is cool anyway? I guess I’ll never really know, will I?
Chris Beneck
Middle- Not first, not last. Always forgotten. The latecomer, the uninvited.
Who are you to not be the start of something? Or the end of another thing?
Your mediocrity will not be remembered, you will die unfulfilled.
Alejandro
Somehow or other, the cat got out there in the middle of the highway near the island but not quite on it. She was pacing back and forth, wailing so loudly, you could actually hear her over the cars and the trucks and the horns. I can’t even imagine how scared she must’ve been, so little and out there with these huge machines bearing down on her. You could tell that she wasn’t going to defend herself; that she knew she couldn’t. She was hunched into herself, a fur spot on the grey highway pavement, waiting to die or for something to happen to her. Her wails were so sad, you kind of wished a truck would finish her off so she’d wouldn’t be frightened to death. So we decided, look, she’s a baby, she’s going to die if someone doesn’t help her. Terry decided he would be the one to get to the other side of the three lanes, into the small piece of highway that’s between the third lane and the divider. We told him he was crazy. There are a lot of things to die for, but not a kitten when you’re 24 years old with your whole life ahead of you. Terry didn’t see it that way. He felt like the kitten was already his and he had to save her, no matter what. Hell, he didn’t even know if it was a her. So he made a run for it. And saved the kitten. He named her Joyce (she was a her after all) after James Joyce (who wasn’t a her). And she lived with him until he died. Which was only a few months later.
rubyluby
We may very well be in the middle of the “beginning of the end” when it comes to the modern world and the constant consumption of technology. Does no one else see that we are all slowly becoming drones to be controlled and manipulated?
Jeran
Larry and Harry were fighting again, and here I was, stuck in the middle. Terry tried to break them up, but once the fists started flying, I got out of the way. I wished that it wasn’t about me, but, there you have it: Two boys I knew in school who happened to be related and who happened to be poisonously in love with me.
Belinda Roddie
I was I the middle of the ocean when the ship crashed. After three days I got rescued.
Haylee
She’s in the middle again. She’s been there before. The middle sister of three, the one in the middle breaking up her parents’ interminable fights, and now in the middle of the road. Should she lean toward the sociopath for president or for the other sociopath for president. It’s a hard life but she prefers middle to first or last.
Joanna Bressler
The middle child: that’s what he was. He didn’t have the skill of the eldest, nor the youngest’s charm. It was fate. He knew it. No one expected much from the middle child until he began to show his gift…
at an equal distance from the extremities of something; central.
I was in the middle, but the middle of what? In the middle of a thought, or at least I thought. So many memories, ideas, and thoughts fill the brain. A thinking process is a confusing thing.
I hate sitting in the middle in the backseat of a car. I sit there and then around big turns I get squeezed between the two people. They get in my personal space, and its not okay.
in the middle of my sentence I go cut off by the bell ringing. We will finish up next time said the teacher, being half way done with my speech made me mad, this meant I had to start over at next time we had class.
Growing up, I wished I was the middle child. In reality, I’m the oldest and only have one sibling. Some kids think the middle child is the forgotten child. I wanted to be out of the limelight. I wanted out of responsibility. I wanted my parents to not have the excuse, “Well, we didn’t know. We don’t know what’s normal. We’ve never done this before.”
In the middle of nowhere is where the best things happen. its quiet and calm but actually so much is happening around you. sit there and make no sound, no movement just lisetn.
I was the middle child for a long time. When my mom got remarried the guy had a really young son so I was the middle child. Everything was blamed on me. Especially the things the youngest did.
Always stuck in the middle. Never leaning one direction or the other. Completely indecisive. She went with the flow and whatever anyone else wanted. One day, that changed.
the middle child. everyone always complains if they are the middle child. they try saying that its always the oldest and the youngest that get the best.
In the middle of all conversations, y is der lil silence? Maybe some words are best left unspoken. And relationships which understand these – dont let them go!!
The cat was walking through the forest when it was stuck in the middle of two trees. The cat called for help, and a bear came to get the cat free. it ate it after
The middle of the room of a party. You’re the main event. You’re the performer. You’re the star. Shine bright, baby… ;)
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
(Sorry, that laugh was inspired by me listening to Rocky Horror Picture Show soundtrack XD)
in the middle of nowhere, i was left with my thoughts and nothing else to take strength in. it was the middle of my life and I was just starting to realize that I’ve got completely lost on my way. Apparently, I was heading to nowhere. Or the middle of it.
Today’s 60 second word news is about “middle”. I am not the middle child, so I will never understand what a “middle child syndrome is?” I guess that is just too bad.
I’m in the middle of the blankets. I am nothing but middle. Down above, down below. There’s nothing but warmth in this world.
It’s cold out there. It’s dark, the icy rain comes like blades through my feeble sweater. My heart falls upwards in a skybound freefall, torn free from my chest by fishing line. My empty body is wrenched upwards, and in its wake I am nothing but the rain. I pool into mirrored streetlights.
I put my middle finger in her asshole and she started screaming, and screaming. Sadly, her butthole clenched so hard from the sensation that my middle finger broke and got lost in her insides.
This was an eventful day.
never interrupt anyone in the middle of the sentence.
He was standing in the middle of the room or was he. The middle of the room was as defined by me. If one consider the room to be smaller. He could be at the edge of the room.
The middle child, middle ages, middle age, middle income. Halfway between the first and last the middle is always changing it has the ability to become better or worse. The middle of anything is always going places. It’s good to be the middle :)
“Pick a card. Any card.” I hated that phrase. It was the first resort of amateurs and lazy magicians. He waved the fanned hand under my nose, infuriatingly. This man called himself a practitioner of the arts? I slipped a card from the middle of the fan and looked at it. Ace of spades. Funny.
“Have you memorised your card? Great! Now just slip it back in, anywhere will do… huh?” I vanished the card from my hand. He looked confused for a moment, then glanced back down. It was already back in the fan. Amateur.
Catherine was always in the middle. She was the middle child, the average in the class. She absolutely despised it. She wanted more.
You know what I love to eat? The middle of a Doughnut. It is usually warm and delicious. Yum.
Always in the middle of everything. In life.
The finish line seems so far away, but when I look back, I can’t imagine going back to where I was before. The only option is to keep pushing forward.
Everyone is in the middle. The beginning and the end- they don’t matter as much as everything in between.
I’m in the middle of everything. Middle of life. Middle of school. Middle of the week. Middle of the night. Every story has a beginning, middle, and end. I’m in the middle. Everyone is in the middle. Up until the last breath that you breath, you are in the middle.
Close your eyes and take a deep breath. Somewhere in the middle of all that sunbleached darkness you will see the core of your dreams.
Use this to travel far and find your way.
It works for any type of being lost.
Middle of the road. meet in the middle. middle child.
I’m caught in the middle. I am caught between my feelings and what I know. I am the one who told him we were not being realistic but here I sit thinking of him every night and wishing I was in his arms
The middle is often seen as ‘less than’ like being in the middle of the pack. But honestly it is the best place to be – the middle of a hug, or a cuddle is the very best indeed.
In the middle. Why was he always in the middle? It seemed that it was either Hades or Zeus that got all the attention. All Poseidon wanted was to be able to recognized as a powerful god, one on par with his brothers.
oh no.the time just keeps going. and i am nowhere in hte middle. middle of life. i think its over.
“Stuck in the middle with you” came on the radio while we drove down the highway from Nowhere to Somewhere.
We were stuck in the middle of the country, in the middle of the desert, in the middle of another kind of Nowhere. But I didn’t want to be anywhere else.
Sometimes in the middle of the night I wake up. I’m not completely sure why, but I just wake up. It’s a weird disorienting feeling that falls over you when this happens. You have that one second where you are trying to remember where and who you are. It’s dark and sometimes it’s silent.
Middle school was very difficult. Everything seems awkward and odd. There is no telling what sorrt of embarrassing things will happen each day. Everyone wants to be cool but very few are, what is cool anyway? I guess I’ll never really know, will I?
Middle- Not first, not last. Always forgotten. The latecomer, the uninvited.
Who are you to not be the start of something? Or the end of another thing?
Your mediocrity will not be remembered, you will die unfulfilled.
Somehow or other, the cat got out there in the middle of the highway near the island but not quite on it. She was pacing back and forth, wailing so loudly, you could actually hear her over the cars and the trucks and the horns. I can’t even imagine how scared she must’ve been, so little and out there with these huge machines bearing down on her. You could tell that she wasn’t going to defend herself; that she knew she couldn’t. She was hunched into herself, a fur spot on the grey highway pavement, waiting to die or for something to happen to her. Her wails were so sad, you kind of wished a truck would finish her off so she’d wouldn’t be frightened to death. So we decided, look, she’s a baby, she’s going to die if someone doesn’t help her. Terry decided he would be the one to get to the other side of the three lanes, into the small piece of highway that’s between the third lane and the divider. We told him he was crazy. There are a lot of things to die for, but not a kitten when you’re 24 years old with your whole life ahead of you. Terry didn’t see it that way. He felt like the kitten was already his and he had to save her, no matter what. Hell, he didn’t even know if it was a her. So he made a run for it. And saved the kitten. He named her Joyce (she was a her after all) after James Joyce (who wasn’t a her). And she lived with him until he died. Which was only a few months later.
We may very well be in the middle of the “beginning of the end” when it comes to the modern world and the constant consumption of technology. Does no one else see that we are all slowly becoming drones to be controlled and manipulated?
Larry and Harry were fighting again, and here I was, stuck in the middle. Terry tried to break them up, but once the fists started flying, I got out of the way. I wished that it wasn’t about me, but, there you have it: Two boys I knew in school who happened to be related and who happened to be poisonously in love with me.
I was I the middle of the ocean when the ship crashed. After three days I got rescued.
She’s in the middle again. She’s been there before. The middle sister of three, the one in the middle breaking up her parents’ interminable fights, and now in the middle of the road. Should she lean toward the sociopath for president or for the other sociopath for president. It’s a hard life but she prefers middle to first or last.
The middle child: that’s what he was. He didn’t have the skill of the eldest, nor the youngest’s charm. It was fate. He knew it. No one expected much from the middle child until he began to show his gift…